Faithful (Whiskey Run 1)

“She won’t let you saddle her.”

If that wasn’t a challenge I’ve never heard one. I spot a saddle hanging over the fence and go to grab it. I approach the beautiful white horse, and she stands completely still as I saddle her and doesn’t even seem upset when I tighten the belt around her stomach. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” I look at Carter. “What’s her name?”

“I don’t think the boss has named her yet. We were waiting for her to name herself. Ornery comes to mind.”

“Bite your tongue. I’m thinking Patches. She looks like a Patches to me.” She’s white with brown fur in patches down her back.

I grab the reins and pull myself up on the horse. She tussles around, but doesn’t seem to object to me sitting astride her. I give her a small kick with my heel and cluck my tongue, and she starts to move. I start off slow, but it doesn’t seem either of us is happy with that. We take a few turns in the corral before I let her loose. We gallop around, and even though I have almost all the cowboys standing at the fence, all of them staring in amazement, I’m laughing and happy. It seems I’ve made a new friend.

Austin

I wake up, and before I get too far off the couch, Carrie lets me know that Millie is outside at the barn. I rub my hands across my face and go upstairs to shower real fast and go outside to find her. There are flutters in my stomach just at the thought of seeing her again. I woke up a few times in the night, and every time we had our arms wrapped around each other. Now, in the light of the day, I have all kinds of thoughts in my head. I’m attracted to Millie. I was the first time I saw her, and even though I knew I wanted to date her, I know I won’t just settle for a date or two. The way she is, her kind heart and loving way about her makes me start to imagine all kinds of things. The fact that she came when she knew I was hurt and stayed the night with me tells me that she likes me and gives me a little hope.

As soon as I step off the porch, I notice there’s a gathering at the corral. It seems everyone is goofing off this morning instead of working. That is until I spot Millie on the back of the unruly horse that threw me yesterday. I have to fight the urge to run toward her and save her. The only thing that stops me is the big smile on her face. Her long black hair is blowing in the wind, and she seems happy and at home. She’s something else up there, and I’m not the only one that is noticing. All my men are smiling at her; it’s as if her carefree happy attitude is drawing them all in. I could stand here and watch her all morning, but worry fills me. No one has been able to do anything with this horse. I don’t even know how this happened.

I get to the fence, next to my foreman. “Carter, what is she doing out there?”

“Boss, she obviously knows her way around horses. Look at her.”

“I am looking. You need to quit looking.” I address the rest of the men. “All of you need to quit looking – get to work.”

They all give me a smirk. I know what it looks like. I’ve just met the woman and already I’m going crazy over her, but I don’t care. I want to be the one that looks at her.

She spots me, and her whole face transforms. She looks worried and rides over toward me. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

I hear the snickers of the men walking away, and obviously she does too.

She blushes prettily. “I mean, since you’re not feeling well, you should be in bed.”

It’s killing me to have her up on the back of the wild horse, but I don’t want to make any sudden moves. The closer she gets to me, the more skittish the horse seems to get. “I’m more worried about you. That horse...”

“Is the sweetest horse I’ve ever met.” She slides down, and only when her feet hit the dirt am I able to breathe easier. She grabs the lead and walks, petting the horse’s mane. “From what Carter said, I’m thinking she had a male owner, and he wasn’t very nice. I mean, he made it sound like Patches doesn’t like men, but what do I know? I mean, there could be women on this ranch all the time.”

She won’t look at me. I know what she’s asking without actually asking me. “Honey, there’s not any women that come here. Carrie stays in the house or in the garden, but she doesn’t ever come down to the barn. You’re the only woman that’s been here in a very, very long time.”